Soldier Kidd, LPB Poody - Weight Up lyrics
[Soldier Kidd, LPB Poody - Weight Up lyrics]
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
Triple-X, yeah, Triple-X
You don't wanna fly with me, I'm too fly to be in the city
Got a drop top, ain't no Barbie, but I'm ballin' like I'm Kenny
Nigga pinchin' for some pennies, I just get it then I spend it
Boy them stolos, we ain't rent it, I got Polo and some Dickie
And I'm praised just like Ricky, niggas know I came to stack
Plottin' like I came to kick it, girl all on my fuckin' head
Nah I ain't got no sense, free my lil' whoadie Ted
Oh we finna jump the fence, GTA lifestyle
Bangin' Triple-X, yeah I'm foul, ain't no ref
In denial 'cause I'm the best, ain't no trial, I want a death
YNC'll get 'em whacked, you ain't bangin' for your set
Tryna beef without no bread, for some fame on Instagram, yeah
I'm a skinny nigga but I got my weight up
Nigga you ain't wake up, go and get your cake up
You ain't got no data, what you rappin' made up
Rather take off with that bag before I'm ever famous
Young nigga came from ridin', yeah I used to keep the dust
Now I came for the cash, I don't trust, I just bust
Yeah I came for his ass, where he at? Please don't run
Ah, he ain't like a bag, came to school with my funds
Bitch I'm booted up, and nigga I ain't talkin' Timbs
True story like 2Pac, ballin' above the rim, uh
Pool full of money, guess I'm goin' for a swim
See all my niggas ballin' like we was raised in the gym
Hoes bein' shocked when they see me like, "Yeah, it's him," uh
Deep off in that water, I done turned into a brim
He tryin' to keep up with me, he better off chasin' Kim
My face real gator like Tebow so call me Tim, uh
Youngest out the camp just to blow and niggas hate it
Even niggas who I thought played the team, they got traded
So fuck it, that's when shit got cut, I'm talkin' bladed
'Fore I let you try to take what I got, I strip you naked, uh
These rappers out here duckin' from me, like it's The Matrix, uh
Straw gon' keep the Glock and Lil Nip clutch his three-eighty, uh
'Member we had winter talk in that Mercedes
He locked down doin' time, I'm like free Lil Tracy, yeah
I'm a skinny nigga but I got my weight up
Nigga you ain't wake up, go and get your cake up
You ain't got no data, what you rappin' made up
Rather take off with that bag before I'm ever famous
Young nigga came from ridin', yeah I used to keep the dust
Now I came for the cash, I don't trust, I just bust
Yeah I came for his ass, where he at? Please don't run
Ah, he ain't like a bag, came to school with my funds
Triple-X, yeah, Triple-X
You don't wanna fly with me, I'm too fly to be in the city
Got a drop top, ain't no Barbie, but I'm ballin' like I'm Kenny
Nigga pinchin' for some pennies, I just get it then I spend it
Boy them stolos, we ain't rent it, I got Polo and some Dickie
And I'm praised just like Ricky, niggas know I came to stack
Plottin' like I came to kick it, girl all on my fuckin' head
Nah I ain't got no sense, free my lil' whoadie Ted
Oh we finna jump the fence, GTA lifestyle
Bangin' Triple-X, yeah I'm foul, ain't no ref
In denial 'cause I'm the best, ain't no trial, I want a death
YNC'll get 'em whacked, you ain't bangin' for your set
Tryna beef without no bread, for some fame on Instagram, yeah
I'm a skinny nigga but I got my weight up
Nigga you ain't wake up, go and get your cake up
You ain't got no data, what you rappin' made up
Rather take off with that bag before I'm ever famous
Young nigga came from ridin', yeah I used to keep the dust
Now I came for the cash, I don't trust, I just bust
Yeah I came for his ass, where he at? Please don't run
Ah, he ain't like a bag, came to school with my funds
Bitch I'm booted up, and nigga I ain't talkin' Timbs
True story like 2Pac, ballin' above the rim, uh
Pool full of money, guess I'm goin' for a swim
See all my niggas ballin' like we was raised in the gym
Hoes bein' shocked when they see me like, "Yeah, it's him," uh
Deep off in that water, I done turned into a brim
He tryin' to keep up with me, he better off chasin' Kim
My face real gator like Tebow so call me Tim, uh
Youngest out the camp just to blow and niggas hate it
Even niggas who I thought played the team, they got traded
So fuck it, that's when shit got cut, I'm talkin' bladed
'Fore I let you try to take what I got, I strip you naked, uh
These rappers out here duckin' from me, like it's The Matrix, uh
Straw gon' keep the Glock and Lil Nip clutch his three-eighty, uh
'Member we had winter talk in that Mercedes
He locked down doin' time, I'm like free Lil Tracy, yeah
I'm a skinny nigga but I got my weight up
Nigga you ain't wake up, go and get your cake up
You ain't got no data, what you rappin' made up
Rather take off with that bag before I'm ever famous
Young nigga came from ridin', yeah I used to keep the dust
Now I came for the cash, I don't trust, I just bust
Yeah I came for his ass, where he at? Please don't run
Ah, he ain't like a bag, came to school with my funds